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"Even a small star shines in the darkness."
- Finnish Proverb . . “I think, therefore I am.” - René Descartes . “Many people would sooner die than think. In fact they do. “ - Bertrand Russell . |
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Moment Caught Time flies, But discerning eye, With index poised Upon the trigger, Captures its fleeting contact, The significant instant Ensnared, Stealing the spirit of the moment, In a tangible, Four-cornered web of imagery. Line, curve and texture bound Upon a surface, Before the now Escapes, Unique porthole, looking outwards Through another's eyes, Messages of internal and external Recordings of light and dark, Living as contagious visions of Fragments in time. S.D.© 2015 . To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." - Oscar Wilde BLOOD - BROKEN HERMAPHRODITE by Artist—Poet Tiziana Pantaleoni Sickly sweet is the taste of Blood Slowly dripping, soft and rhythmic, unstoppable, consistent. Stunned, disoriented still spinning in disbelief the gaze, surprisingly alive. Colourless, shapeless dense and dark fluid of death drifts away leaving small traces, again of disbelief And, as an even more Horrifying, Monstrous, Inhuman Being, broken hurt, cut and pained, I start my walk again, Alone. 
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Hermaphrodite (b) by Artist—Poet Tiziana Pantaleoni Pulverized veil of intellectual arrogance, of Mystery, concentric vortex, infinite birth, we profane, Violators, Ineffable Unison of the Person. But, on us, with violators knowledge guilty, is dealt Divine Rage. Horrifying, Inhuman, Terrifying, with scalpel precision of ferocious cruelty Incises the perfect spherical hermaphroditic head. And with us, Remains the Taste of Blood, the inextinguishable Pain of tears firey red. But from the blood gushes, indispensable unison, the inhuman force of life And, in humble faith and prayer, as Salvifical yet Dangerous Survivors Wandering Radiating to unsuspecting passer-bys Light and Dark Love and Death. IMAGINE by John Lennon Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people living for today Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people living life in peace You, you may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one I hope some day you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people sharing all the world You, you may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one I hope some day you'll join us And the world will live as one. |
“Our life is what our thoughts make it.”—Marcus Aurelius “Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.” —Henry David Thoreau “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.”. – Old Testament Ecclesiastes 3:1 “The highest result of education is tolerance. “ - Helen Keller “Fame is a vapor, popularity is accident; the only certainty is oblivion.“ - Mark Twain “You can’t help getting older but you don’t have to get old.” —George Burns “Old age is not an illness. It is a timeless ascent. As powers diminishes, we grow towards the light.” - “ - May Sarton “All great truths begin as blasphemies.” - George Bernard Shaw “If we could give every individual the right amount of nourishment and exercise, not too little and not too much, we would have found the safest way to health.” - Hippocrates “There are defeats more triumphant than victories.” - Michel De Montaigne “Every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.” - James Russell Lowell 
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MOONTIME Be the night, and harrowed flesh entreat Apollo, in stolen flame, return. Embrace golden light in charred stone, where heart and hand seek the mercy of Helios, and mark the scores on tallow stems, sacrificed to tiny smoking stars, in caves of wood and glowing eyes, draped against the darkness. Beyond, Hecate's moistened breath as milk to kiss the trees and gentle flowing water, where hooded robes behind bared arms chant praise to the face of autumn's queen. Bright Selene, smile favour on Diana's child; huntress, goddess, demand of worship blood and song, each as dark as the soul lost w'in the beast on the mountain's flank, doomed to ascend once more the barren height, as do creatures of the ebon depths, adorn flashes blue and rainbow's fire, rise to swell and strain the fishers' net, and spill their lights upon the moon-pale deck. The cursed ones in dark agony, blessed in her sight, find coloured glist beyond any mortal 'magining; the gleam of flesh, bright with fear and outrage, offer at once sweet temptation, dire warning; bloodened gold and silvered blue, the hunter's guide. From longest night to longest night, thirteen times will pledge a troth, bind to she who rules the stellar host above, the shadowed host below. Be the night, and harrowed flesh entreat Apollo, pray the dawn be swift, or swifter still, the fearful end once met in the eye of Luna's champion … Cran Herlihy © 2015 3 MEN ON A BIKE We’re off on our bikes Exploring new heights. Inhaling the uphills, Soaring the downhills. Out of our minds And free of the world. Our eyes in our hearts, With joy in our blood. We twirl and swirl To the rhythm of life, Awakening dreams To the cycle of life And all that …….. On the seat of a bike. Selma Price ©2015 WITHOUT YOU The sun will not shine without you, There is no meaning to life without you, No song in my heart, no joy in my soul, “That is why I need you, Jesus.” The Sky will not display blue without you, There is no beat of my heart without you, No love to share, no reason to care, “That’s why I need you, Jesus.” The rain will not water without you, There is no truth to behold without you, No dreams to reveal, no time to heal, “That’s why I need you, Jesus.” There’s no children in my womb without you, There’s no parents to honour without you, No family who share, no plans to adhere, “That’s why I need you, Jesus.” Brenda S. Jones © 2015 IMAGINE My mind can imagine most anything Fun things, sad things or what is in between. I can imagine all is well in my life. I can imagine I’m loved by everyone Even imagine that time can stand still And that no hurt, or pain can touch me. Whatever I set my mind to it shall be I can imagine being president of the nations Or just a homeless woman living in devastation. I can imagine things being all true or All false, simple or complicated, Whatever You see. I can imagine being friend or foe, keeping things hidden or just letting go of all That’s in my mind. After all I could have never imagined Being loved by you. Brenda S. Jones © 2015 |
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